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From: Lee Eugene T &ltet-lee@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu&gt
Subject: CRD: BACK O THE MOON - 10,000 MANIACS
BACK O' THE MOON
G
Jenny
Am
Jenny you don't know the nights I hide
C
below a second storey room
G
to whistle you down
the man who's let to divvy up
time is a miser
Am
he's got a silver coin
C
only lets it shine for hours
while you sleep it away
GD
there's one rare and odd style of living
AmGD
part only known to the everybody Jenny
a comical where's the end parade
AmG
of the sort people here would think unusual
D
Jenny
CGD
tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea
CGD
far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon
(same as above)
Jenny
Jenny you don't know the days I've tried
telling backyard tales
so to maybe amue
o your mood is never giddy
if you smile I'm delighted
but you'd rather pout
such a lazy child
you dare fold your arms
tisk and say that I lie
there's one rare and odd style of thinking
part only known to the everybody Jenny
the small step and giant leap takers
got the head start in the race toward it
Jenny
tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea
far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon
Dm
that was a sigh
C
but not meant to envy you
Dm
when your age was mine
some things were sworn true
C
morning would come
Bb
and calendar pages had
Am
new printed seasons on
G
their opposite sides
Jenny
Jenny you don't know the nights I hide
below a second storey room
to whistle you down
o the man who's let to divvy up
time is a miser
he's got a silver coin
lets it shine for hours
while you sleep it away
there's one rare and odd style of living
part only known to the everybody Jenny
out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys
to push their flags into powdered soils and cry
no second placers
no smart looking geese in bonnets
dance with pigs in high button trousers
no milk pail for the farmer's daughter
no merry towns of sweet walled houses
here I've found
Back O' the Moon
not here
I've found
Back O' the Moon
Gene
et-lee@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu
i'm just emptying my vault of knowledge